We are the children of the night, we are the fools who fall in love

-"Children of the night" by ‘vampires everywhere’ (via houndshades)

Hands quivering, she reached toward him.

"Don’t". He turned his back to her, facing the door.

That word had stopped her once before. But not now. Not now that she had glimpsed through the funeral front of Varen’s own eternal Grim Facade. Despite the dark armor, the eye kohl liner, the black boots and chains, she saw him clearly now. She peered through the curtain of that cruel calmness, through the death stare and the vampire sentiments and angst, and behind it all, had found true beauty.